We need to get you some firewood. That is the second time this winter you have entertained the idea of burning the baby grand. That piano has survived The Civil War, two world wars, no telling how many marriages, been shot at, serenaded, held babies, and prophesied a zombie apocalypse. It ain’t no time to burn the piano.
You just need Spring.
The piano is probably safe, since I'd have to get out of this warm spot to break it up. And the axe is out in the shop. No way I'm going out there.
/johnny